1 months It had been 1 months since Goku put his hand on Gohan's head, smiled, and vanished with Cell into a ball of light over the ocean. Four years since the strongest man on Earth chose a dead planet over a living wife. Four years since Chi-Chi's bed had last been warm.
She told herself she'd made peace with it. She'd raised Gohan, kept the house, planted the garden, screamed at him about homework like nothing had changed. And it worked — right up until the sun went down and the house went quiet and her body remembered what it had been missing.
Tonight was one of the bad ones.
She lay sprawled across the sheets, thighs slick with her own sweat, right hand cramping in her left. The clock read 4 AM. Two hours. Two hours of grinding her palm against her clit, pinching her nipples raw, chasing an orgasm that kept slipping away like water. She'd tried everything — a grainy porno on the old TV once she was sure Gohan was asleep, her fingers in her cunt, her fingers in her ass, that filthy little trick Goku had never once bothered to learn. Nothing. Not even a flicker.
*Damn it,* she thought, disgusted with her own body. *I'm thirty-four and I can't even make myself come.*
She thought of Goku — the weight of him, the heat, that huge Saiyan cock splitting her open while she screamed into his shoulder, the way he could go all night and then ask for breakfast like nothing had happened. Eleven inches of dumb, grinning Saiyan who'd left her to rot on a dead man's pension.
And then, without meaning to, her thoughts slid sideways.
*Gohan.*
He was eleven now. Not the round little baby she'd held in the hospital — a boy on the edge of something. Taller every month. Shoulders starting to fill out from the training he still did with Piccolo. Muscled in a way that made her do a double-take when he came in from the yard, sweat on his chest, half-Saiyan strength hiding under a school uniform. And — she felt her face flush in the dark — he'd kept the other inheritance too. She still did his laundry. She'd *seen* it. Even soft, the boy was absurdly, almost comically hung for his age.
Her cunt clenched. *Wet.*
*He's your son,* her conscience said.
*So?* her cunt said back. *Look at the size of it.*
Chi-Chi sat up, swung her legs off the mattress, and padded barefoot down the hall. The air was cold on her bare skin; her heavy unrestrained tits swayed with every step, nipples tightening to hard little pebbles. By the time she reached Gohan's door, a slick trail had already run down the inside of her thigh.
She eased the door open. Warmer in here. She stepped onto the carpet, dodged a training gi and a stack of homework, and crept to the bed. Gohan lay sprawled and dead to the world, the sheets kicked half off. She peeled them the rest of the way, waited a beat, then lifted his hips and worked his shorts down and off.
There it was.
Naked and asleep and already bigger than any human boy had a right to be — a soft, heavy seven inches resting against his thigh. Chi-Chi's hand shook as she reached out and took it. She stroked it slow, feather-light. It twitched. Thickened. Lifted its head and began to grow against her fingers.
She bent down and touched her tongue to the tip. Gohan moaned in his sleep. That was all the permission she needed. She took him into her mouth.
The heat of him, the taste, the way he swelled against her tongue until her jaw ached — it made her cunt flood. She slid up and off with a wet *pop*, dragged her tongue along the underside vein, teased the fat head, then held him out to admire. Eight inches now, thick as her wrist, his slit already beading clear pre-cum. She was still deep-throat-trained from years of Goku, so eight was a warm-up.
"Half Saiyan," she whispered, grinning in the dark. "Thank *god.*"
She swallowed him to the root and started to bob.
She sucked him like she was starving — hand working his shaft, tongue swirling his head, other hand cupping and rolling his balls. Wet, loud, sloppy sounds filled the room. Gohan began to moan, hips twitching up into her mouth, fists grabbing at the sheets.
And then, softly: "…Mom?"
Chi-Chi froze mid-stroke, lips stretched around him, and opened her eyes. Gohan was staring down at her, blinking in the moonlight, gaze flicking from her face to her bare tits to her mouth full of his cock.
"Mom? What — why are you naked? Why am *I* naked?"
She pulled off with a wet slurp. "I'm sorry for waking you, sweetie." Calm as anything. "I'm giving you a blowjob. Were you enjoying it?"
He nodded, dazed. "…Yes."
"Want me to keep going?"
"Yes please."
"Good boy. It gets even better." She winked and took him back in, and this time she went *hard* — bobbing fast, hollowing her cheeks, twisting her fist on the upstroke. Gohan started moaning out loud, breath going ragged, balls drawing up tight.
"Mom — mom, something's — it feels *weird*—"
"That's it, baby, let go for me. Come in mommy's mouth."
She sealed her lips around his head and pumped with her hand. Gohan's whole body locked — and he came for the first time in his life.
The first rope hit the back of her throat so hard she jerked back. The second splashed across her cheek. She caught the third on her tongue, the fourth and fifth across her tits. Gohan collapsed, gasping like he'd run a marathon, and Chi-Chi licked her lips clean, scooping the mess off her face with her fingers and sucking them dry.
"It tastes good, Gohan. Want some?"
"Umm… okay."
"Open up." She leaned in and kissed him, tongue sliding into his mouth, leaving the last of his cum on his tongue. She watched his throat bob as he swallowed. "Well?"
"Tastes funny," he admitted. "But… I like it."
"That's my boy." She smeared the slick across her breasts until they shone. "Maybe you want to lick the rest off mommy's boobs?"
He nodded, eager now, and she straddled his chest and dropped a heavy tit into his mouth.
---
What neither of them knew was that Krillin had let himself in twenty minutes ago.
He'd come by to check on them — he always did, ever since the Cell Games. Goku was gone; somebody had to look in on the widow and the kid. The phone had rung out for hours, so he'd flown over. And then he'd heard it. That wet, rhythmic *shlp-shlp-shlp* coming from down the hall. He'd cracked Gohan's door open — and frozen.
He watched the whole thing. The blowjob. The first cum. The kiss. And now, as Chi-Chi straddled her own son and pushed a nipple into his mouth, Krillin decided he could not stay quiet a second longer.
"Well, well, *well.*"
Chi-Chi shrieked and spun around, tits bouncing. "Krillin! How long have you been standing there?!"
"Long enough to watch you swallow your own kid's load," he laughed. "Damn, Chi-Chi. Tits out, legs spread, mouth full. And the kid's hung like a horse — what the hell you been feedin' him?"
"Mom… why's Krillin here?" Gohan mumbled around her breast.
"Don't mind me, little man, you keep suckin'." Krillin stepped in and kicked the door shut, eyes crawling down Chi-Chi's body. "So. How long's this been goin' on? Goku barely cold and you're bangin' his kid?"
"It just — started *tonight*. Hours ago." She swallowed. "Krillin, *please*. Don't tell anyone. Not Bulma, not the others — *no one.*"
"Relax, I can keep a secret." That grin widened. "But my lips ain't exactly *free.*"
"What do you want?"
Krillin hooked his thumbs in his waistband and let his shorts drop.
Chi-Chi's jaw fell open and *stayed* open.
His cock sprang free and just — *kept going.* Thick, dark, veined, rising past his belly, past his navel, climbing until the blunt, swollen head sat somewhere near his ribs. It was obscene. It was a *monster.*
"That's — that's not real—"
"Fifteen inches," Krillin said, giving it a slow, proud stroke. "Biggest cock on the planet. Bigger than Goku's. Bigger than *anybody's.* Don't ask how — small guy, big blessings, I guess."
"Fifteen *inches*." Chi-Chi's voice came out strangled. Goku's eleven had already ruined her for human men; this thing would ruin her for *Saiyans*. Her cunt clenched so hard her knees almost gave out. "How does that even *fit*—"
"Fits wherever it wants." He climbed onto the bed and flipped her onto her back. "You're all hot and sweaty and I've been flyin' around horny all night. Lemme get in on this."
Chi-Chi stared up at that impossible cock. She hadn't come once in four years, and now there were two stiff dicks in the room and one of them was fifteen inches long. "Fine," she breathed. "But you keep your mouth shut."
"My mouth's gonna be *real* busy."
He spread her thighs and buried his face in her cunt.
Chi-Chi *screamed* and clapped a hand over her mouth. Krillin dragged his tongue the whole length of her slit, slow and filthy, then flicked her clit and drove his tongue deep inside her, growling into her like a man starved. He ate her out like it was his last meal on Earth — licking, sucking, lapping at her juices, nose grinding her clit while his tongue fucked her hole.
"Ohh — oh Krillin — *right there, right there*—"
"Yeah, that's it," he mumbled into her folds. "Sing for me, Chi-Chi. Let the whole house hear how bad you need it."
She came on his tongue within two minutes — the first orgasm in four years, ripping through her so hard she saw white. He didn't stop. He just crawled up her body, took one huge tit into his mouth, and sucked hard, dragging his tongue across her nipple, biting down just enough to make her gasp. He switched to the other, and she ground her dripping cunt up against his thigh, smearing him.
"*Please*," she gasped. "*Please*, Krillin, just fuck me—"
"Ask nicer."
"*Please* fuck me, I need a cock in me, I need *your* cock, please—"
He lined that fifteen-inch monster up against her soaked entrance. Just the head looked like a fist. "Breathe, Chi-Chi."
He pushed.
Her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open in a soundless scream. The stretch was *impossible* — thick, endless, opening her wider than anything ever had. Inch after brutal inch slid into her, forcing her walls apart, until she was sure he'd bottomed out — and then he *kept going.* Deeper. Deeper. Until his fat head was grinding against her cervix, until she swore she could feel him in her *stomach*, until his hips finally, finally met hers.
"*Oh my god,*" she wheezed. "*Oh my god, Krillin, you're in my *throat*—"
"Told ya." And then he started to *move.*
He fucked her hard and rough from the first stroke. Long, dragging, brutal thrusts — pulling almost all the way out until just the head stretched her lips, then slamming all the way back to her womb. His hips slapped her ass with a wet *crack*. His heavy balls swung and smacked against her. Every stroke knocked the breath out of her.
"*Fuck — fuck — fuck,* Krillin, aaah, aaaaah—"
"Yeah, you like that? *Squeeze it.* God, this pussy's tight — how'd you ever take Goku, huh? How's a kid ever gonna satisfy you after this?"
"*Shut up and fuck me harder—*"
He grabbed her ankles, folded her in half, and *pounded.* Down and down and down, so deep her whole body rocked up the bed, so hard she felt every ridge and vein dragging against her walls. The wet *slap-slap-slap* echoed off the walls. Her tits bounced wildly. Sweat rolled off her. She clawed at his back and left red lines down it.
"Harder! *Harder!* Aaah, aaaaah, *don't stop*—"
He fucked her so brutally, so relentlessly, for so long that eventually she felt a hot, slick trickle between them. She looked down — and saw pink streaking his shaft, dripping onto the sheets.
"Krillin — you made me *bleed*—"
"Then I'm doin' it right." He grinned and fucked her even harder.
The sting melted into the pleasure until she couldn't tell them apart — raw and burning and *perfect* — and the coil in her belly drew up tight as a fist. She came with a long, broken wail, her cunt clamping down around him in wave after wave, milking him. He fucked her through it, teeth gritted, then yanked out and stroked that huge cock off across her belly and tits — rope after rope of hot, thick cum painting her skin white.
Chi-Chi lay there heaving, legs shaking, cunt sore and gaping and *finally* satisfied. And still greedy.
Her eyes found Gohan — hard again, slick and eager, watching her with raw want.
"Gohan, baby," she rasped. "Come here. Mommy wants you in her *ass.*"
He blinked. "My… where?"
"Your cock. In my butt. Come on, sweetie, I'll show you."
She rolled onto her hands and knees and reached back to spread herself, presenting her slick little hole. Gohan knelt behind her, nervous — and Krillin, grinning, guided the boy's cock to her ass and pushed.
Gohan slid in and gasped like he'd been shocked. Chi-Chi groaned, long and low, the tight ring stretching around him. It was *good* — hot and snug and full — but it wasn't enough. Not with that fifteen-inch monster still standing at attention in front of her.
Then Krillin climbed up, pressed the fat head of his cock against her dripping pussy, and pushed back in.
"Ready for the good part?" he murmured. "Both of us."
"*Both*—" Her eyes went wide. "*Both?* You're gonna split me in *half*— oh *god*, yes, *do it—*"
He drove into her pussy. Gohan thrust into her ass. Chi-Chi nearly came apart at the seams.
They found a rhythm — Krillin long and brutal in front, Gohan fast and eager behind — stretching her front to back, filling her so completely she could feel them *both* pressed together through the thin wall of her insides. Double penetration. Better than anything she'd ever dreamed.
"*Fuck — fuck — harder, harder — aaah, aaaaah — both of you, don't stop — don't you DARE stop—*"
They didn't stop.
They fucked her in every position she could dream up and several she invented on the spot. On her back with Gohan in her ass and Krillin in her throat. On her side, spooned between them. Bent over the desk with both cocks buried in her at once. Against the wall, feet off the floor, impaled on that monster while Gohan took her ass. Her cunt bled, went raw, went slick again. She came so many times she lost count somewhere past thirty. Her throat went hoarse from screaming. Her voice cracked into sobs. Gohan filled her ass again and again, gasping her name like a prayer. Krillin emptied that huge cock into her cunt, her mouth, across her tits and face — then got hard and started all over again.
"*Fuck, fuck, fuck — oh god — aaaah — harder — right there — don't stop — I'm gonna come — I'm gonna come again—*"
"Come for me," Krillin grunted. "Come on my cock, Chi-Chi. Let me hear it."
"*Aaaaah — AAAAH — oh GOD—*"
They fucked through the rest of the night. Through the gray of dawn. Through pink. Through gold.
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When the sun finally came up, the sheets were ruined — soaked through with sweat and cum and slick and streaks of red, the whole room smelling of sex. Chi-Chi was on all fours one last time, hair a wild tangled mess, absolutely *coated* — face, tits, belly, thighs, all of it streaked and glistening with dried and fresh cum from two different men. Krillin knelt in front of her, buried to the hilt in her raw, sore pussy. Gohan knelt behind, buried in her ass. Both of them pumping in a slow, exhausted, half-dead rhythm while she moaned like a woman possessed.
"*Harder… harder… aaah… don't stop… don't ever stop…*"
She came one final time, locking down around both cocks at once — and that finished them. Krillin and Gohan came together, groaning, flooding her from both ends until cum overflowed and dripped down her thighs onto the ruined sheets. Then all three collapsed forward into one tangled, heaving heap.
More than fifteen hours of sex behind them and not a scrap of energy left. Krillin was still hard and still buried in her pussy, hips flush to hers. Gohan, soft and spent, stayed sheathed in her ass. Neither could bear to pull out.
Krillin wrapped his arms around Chi-Chi from the front and pulled her close, pushing in even deeper, that monster cock nudging her deepest spot, where it would stay. Gohan draped himself over her back, cheek on her shoulder, cock still snug in her ass.
"…You two better not say a word," Chi-Chi mumbled into Krillin's chest, eyes already sliding shut.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Krillin yawned. "Besides. You're gonna need a *lot* of practice before you can take me proper. We'll call it trainin'."
Gohan, already half-asleep, only hummed in agreement — buried in his mother's warmth, his cock in deep inside his mother ass, and Chi-Chi's own satisfied smile pressed into the crook of Krillin's neck as the morning light crept across the floor.